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THE GULLY: 11 by FRANK WILMOT

First Line: GIVE HIM YOUR COLOUR, ALL YOU NOISY FLOCKS
Last Line: IN ALL THE CONDESCENDING WORLD AROUND!

Give him your colour, all you noisy flocks
Of parrots ruining the apple-trees;
Give him your awesome majesty, you rocks,
Give him, you gums, your tranquil elegancies.
And you, continuous veil of scent and sound,
That, never failing, goes by dawn and dark,
By dusk and noon, past creeks and summits crowned
With cloud and the high trilling of the lark;
And you eternal rivulet that pours
Diamonds into my palms; pert finches too,
Drive down into his body, make him yours
Forever till his heart is lost in you!
Become to him love's evening and love's morn;
He will love you and as a guardian hound
Defend your spirit, though defence wakes scorn
In all the condescending world around!



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